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Dead Inside.

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Deadwood; Veela hair core.
Nellie staggered out of Victurne's Xade, nearly vomiting helplessly at the stale, disgusting taste engulfing her mouth. Spitting a few times in anger and pain, she grabbed on to a broken pipe, her voice cracking painfully as she attempted to holler, her fingers sliding, unable to properly grasp the damn thing.

"And don't come back!" a ridiculously high voice screeched from the inside of the damn shop.

Nellie was infuriated, and through violent coughing fits, she yelled back, "**** off, you old cow!"

With that, she slowly shuffled down the desolate, darkened street. She wasn't very sure what Victurne's pitifully idiotic wife had poisoned her food with, but as soon as she recovered she was going to hex that ditz to pieces.

Suddenly, she regurgitated vilely, and, grimacing in disgust and pain, she sluggishly sank to the floor.
 
Beau wondered slowly through bleak street, to him it really was nothing special. So what if it had shops to do with the Dark Arts, he really couldn't care less.
He turned down the alley and began walking, his shoes making a sound that echoed through the place. He stopped when he saw someone being sick, "Really thats disgusting," he said coldly, shaking his head. "Can't you go and do that somewhere else instead of out here," he said shaking his head in disgust, "People have to walk here you know." he paused and waited to see what the girl had to say for herself.
 
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